like _Antonet_ (all but the face) that it was not easy to distinguish them: and night coming on they both long for the hour of twelve, though with different designs; and having before given notice that _Sylvia_ was gone to bed, and would receive no visit that night, they were alone to finish all their business: this while _Brilliard_ was not idle, but having a fine bath made, he washed and perfumed his body, and after dressed himself in the finest linen perfumed that he had, and made himself as fit as possible for his design; nor was his shape, which was very good, or his stature, unlike to that of _Octavio_: and ready for the approach, he conveys himself out of the house, telling his footman he would put himself to bed after his bathing, and, locking his chamber door, stole out; and it being dark, many a longing turn he walked, impatient till all the candles were out in every room of the house: in the mean time, he employed his thoughts on a thousand things, but all relating to _Sylvia_; sometimes the treachery he shewed in this action to his lord, caused short-lived blushes in his face, which vanished as soon, when he considered his lord false to the most beautiful of her sex: sometimes he accused and cursed the levity of _Sylvia_ that could yield to _Octavio_, and was as jealous as if she had indeed been to have received that charming lover; but when his thought directed him to his own happiness, his pulse beat high, his blood flushed apace in his cheeks, his eyes languished with love, and his body with a feverish fit! In these extremes, by turns, he passed at least three tedious hours, with a striking watch in his hand; and when it told it was twelve, he advanced near the door, but finding it shut walked yet with greater impatience, every half minute going to the door; at last he found it yield to his hand that pushed it: but oh, what mortal can express his joy! His heart beats double, his knees tremble, and a feebleness seizes every limb; he breathes nothing but short sighs, and is ready in the dark hall to fall on the floor, and was forced to lean on the rail that begins the stairs to take a little courage: while he was there recruiting himself, intent on nothing but his vast joy; _Octavio_, who going to meet the Prince, being met halfway by that young _hero_, was dispatched back again without advancing to the end of his five leagues, and impatient to see _Sylvia_, after _Philander_’. letter that he had sent her, or at least impatient to hear how she took it, and in what condition she was, he, as soon as he alighted, went towards her house in order to have met _Antonet_, or her page, or some that could inform him of her welfare; though it was usual for _Sylvia_ to sit up very late, and he had often made her visits at that hour: and _Brilliard_, wholly intent on his adventure, had left the door open; so that _Octavio_ perceiving it, believed they were all up in the back rooms where _Sylvia_’. apartment was towards a